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80 sanguinary as that of popery, appear to deface 

 the beauty of God's works : Done stand exposed 

 to visitations so tremendous as He has denounced 

 against it. We must turn to the martyrology of 

 the Piedmontese Valleys, and to our army, in the 

 days of Mary, to nerve us for the perusal of those 

 vivid descriptions in the book of Revelation, where 

 the smoke of the eternal torment of great Babylon, 

 ascending to heaven, is said to call forth new songs 

 of praise and triumph from the spirits in glory. 

 We must explore the records of vSpanish atrocity 

 in the newly discovered western hemisphere, and 

 dive into the dungeons of the eastern inquisition ; 

 we must open the blood-stained page of a Parisian 

 St. Bartholomew, and then turn a stedfast eye to 

 the green shores of poor Ireland, tracing to their 

 true source the wretchedness, the recklessness, the 

 crimes of her priest-ridden peasantry. We must 

 consider how the Lord is insulted. His truth blas- 

 phemed, His word anathematized. His great name 

 prostituted to the upholding of that which he de- 

 clares an abomination, while His glory is given to 

 another, and his praise to molien images. Yes, 

 we must survey the curse, in its height, and depth, 

 and length, and breadth, in its various manifesta- 

 tions through t o^lvc hundred years of violence 

 and wrong, in order to impress our minds witii the 

 duty that we owe to our wretched fellow-creatures, 



